Who wrote this poem?

Asked May 11, 2011, 09:25 PM
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The swells of humanity surge by;
Blank faces, unseeing eyes...
No head turned my way...
Do I exist?
The surge pauses for one...
Who stops and turns... Eyes meet, we touch...
I am alive... we do exist...

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Deep within your knowledge base where all beliefs reside
For every belief void of truth a hole has formed to hide
A poison with the rotting stench, of a filthy ****ing lie
Its presence never known to you, not even the day you die
Its first deceitful silent act, Confuse your inner guide ...

You are blinded by the past, and cannot see
A heart so pure and kind and only harmony.
I'f you never take a risk your heart is yours to keep
Love remains a dream that safe and happens only in your sleep
I don't need to sell myself and men are always there
But am looking for the one to...

These things are ours... for God created within our soul a
Mystic sense of wonder.
There has been action... wind has blown through days and nights and wild waves have dashed high against the ice.
There has been calm... blue shadows have stretched far across unbroken snow.
There has been life......

If we could have a lifetime wish
A dream that would come true,
We’d pray to God with all our hearts
For yesterday and you.
A thousand words can’t bring you back
We know because we’ve tried…
Neither will a thousand tears
We know because we’ve cried…
You left behind our broken hearts

"The time I've lost in wooing,
In watching and pursuing
The light that lies
In woman's eyes,
Has been my heart's undoing.
Tho' Wisdom oft has sought me,
I scorn'd the lore she brought me,
My only books
Were women's looks,
And folly's all they taught me.